The Master of the Strange Realm

"Old people always have selfish motives. This is normal."

The young woman continued, her voice soft, but to Jenkins it sounded like the hissing of a poisonous snake.

"You have done a good job. Your idea is right. You have already thought about your heir and put her beside you to train her. But now an outsider jumps out of the grass. Even I will not be happy. of."

The "outsider who jumped out of the bushes" probably refers to the Williamson family, or specifically Mr. Writer.

"Your Majesty, you are a very good person. Even now, you still consider the legitimacy of the Middleton family. Yes, how can the inheritance of the royal family be interrupted, so you have to let us help you Miss Windsor becomes a true Middleton...a pure Middleton."

This was the result that Jenkins guessed. He pursed his lips and looked at the cat who stuck his head out of his pocket. Vanilla read some complicated emotions from Jenkins' eyes.

Chapter 1747 Chapter 1720: Questioning in the Restaurant

Queen Isabella doesn't like the Williamt family. She has always liked Miss Windsor, and she is also very fond of the royal bloodline. Jenkins knew all three of these things, but before today, he had never thought that this crazy old man would actually want to exchange blood for Miss Windsor and then push her to the throne.

Jenkins really never imagined that someone could come up with such a terrible idea.

"A long time ago, no, specifically last autumn, I thought about getting Jenkins and Jessica married, Jessica becoming the queen, and the child they gave birth to would naturally be a pure Middleton. Such a result. .....”

The old man's voice was a little hoarse.

"Such a result can no longer be achieved, can it? Your spies have repeatedly confirmed that William's choice is a girl from Stuart. You don't want to wrong Miss Windsor to live with such a man, do you? She is so So dazzling and charming, how could she be deceived by a boy from a commoner family?"

Hearing these words, Queen Isabella rarely showed the fatigue expected of an old man at this moment. She raised her head and looked at the young woman sitting opposite:

"I don't want to kill anyone, especially since those kids are good kids."

"But they are already dead, and you have obtained the potion... Now you only need to kill one more person, Your Majesty, and you can fulfill your wish."

The voice was exceptionally soft, as if a psychiatrist was inducing the patient to relax and then speak his mind.

"If Jessica knew...she..."

The old man hesitated to speak.

"You are willing to be the bad guy. Even if she knows it, what will happen? Once the plan succeeds and she becomes the real Middleton, who else is more qualified to sit on that throne than her? William Mutt? No, he is from the Church of the Sage. Are you willing to see this country controlled by the church? Maybe from now on, even the crowning of kings must be done with the permission of the Pope."

The old man was silent again. The silent Mr. Hood listened to the conversation between the two with a regretful expression, while Miss Magic's eyes were bright and she was very interested in this.

"So......"

The woman's voice was very soft, as if she didn't want to disturb Queen Isabella's thoughts:

"Do you agree to help us kidnap Kape and use it to perform rituals? Without your cooperation, it will be difficult for us to capture the nun of the Orthodox Church in the city, especially since she is also a gifter. Yes, we need you With your help and your permission, this is the last step..."

This sentence also woke up Jenkins. He raised his head and looked at the two women who were talking with a very different age. He knew that within half an hour, at least one of these two people would die in his hands, at least one.

"Although she is also a descendant of Middleton, she is not a resident of the Kingdom of Fidicli at all. She betrayed her surname... You only need to tell us the patrol routes of the church and the police. This is very Simple...and what we want is nothing more than a wiring diagram for the deep underground pipelines in Nolan..."

The woman's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but in such an atmosphere, such a voice could better serve as a persuasion. Jenkins didn’t know whether the tree house knew that Sigrid had the tree soul and the world tree seeds in her body, so she couldn’t guess whether this was a conspiracy to kill two birds with one stone.

The old man was silent for a long time, which seemed like an eternity or just a few minutes. The carriage slowly stopped. The slight vibration made everyone tremble, and the young woman smiled and said:

"You still have time to think about it, but you have to do it as soon as possible."

With that said, he turned around and got out of the carriage. The moment the carriage door opened, Jenkins saw that the Queen's house was already outside.

He then nodded to his companions, and then followed the woman out of the carriage lifelessly. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood looked at each other and got out of the carriage holding the charm tightly, but Mr. Candle was no longer around.

"What should we do now?"

Mr. Hood said in sign language.

"Follow Your Majesty, Mr. Candle will be back."

Miss Magic responded, and then watched the servants get into the carriage and carefully help the old man down:

"It's much more interesting to be personally involved in something like this than to read palace novels while lying in bed."

There was an excited expression on Miss Magic's face, and the two of them followed the servants and walked inside. Mr. Hood disagrees with this. His family also has complicated relationships, which eventually led to a sad ending. Therefore, the conspiracy and betrayal among family members will always remind him of his past. This Not something to be excited about.

But considering that Miss Magic is looking at this event as an outsider, as if reading a real palace novel, and Mr. Hood empathizes and puts himself into it, their feelings are reasonable.

Miss Magic and Mr. Hood came here for the first time. Although they were curious about the queen's residence, in order to prevent getting lost or getting into unnecessary trouble, they always followed Queen Isabella. This requires consuming more spells to keep the voice and body undetected, but fortunately Miss Magic has made adequate preparations for this.

At the same time, the two also discovered that the queen was not protected by many church benefactors as they thought. In fact, after getting off the carriage, they didn't even find anyone suspected of being the Giver.

This gave them the feeling that even without Mr. Candle to lead the way, they might not be able to lurk around Queen Isabella to monitor or eavesdrop if they wanted to.

At first, it was just a feeling. Half an hour later, when the old man started to eat, they finally confirmed that the church really did not send any benefactors to protect the king.

Although Mr. Candle has disappeared for a long time, Miss Magic and Mr. Hood are not tired of it. On the contrary, just quietly following the center of power in this country gives them enough satisfaction. Not to mention Miss Magic's excitement and Mr. Hood's interest in the decorations of the King's residence.

While the Queen was eating, the two of them stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the elegant restaurant and looked into the garden, communicating their feelings in sign language and guessing whether Mr. Candle would bring back the body of the woman just now.

The door was pushed open with a loud bang, and the two people turned around in shock, thinking that Mr. Candle had forced his way in. Miss Magic had already thought about her complaints for a while.

But what came in was an anxious maid. She lowered her head and walked quickly to the Queen at the front of the long dining table, leaned over and whispered:

"Viscount Willamette and Miss Windsor are outside and want to see you...The Viscount seems very angry."

The old man slowly placed the spoon full of yellow beans next to the silver dinner plate. She arranged the tableware with a slow movement that made people want to slap her, and then wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin:

"Is it just them?"

Then he finally asked.

"There is also a cat, the black and white kitten that the Viscount often brings with him."

"You observed Jenkins carefully."

She said expressionlessly, and the young maid's face turned red. She wanted to defend herself but was stopped by the queen:

"Then let them come in and come directly to me here."

"Yes."

The maid whispered, then turned carefully and walked out of the door. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood stood by the window and watched this scene with interest. Soon after, it was Jenkins Willamt and Jessica Windsor who came out of the door.

Mr. Hood had only seen William's general appearance from Miss Lark's dice games and newspapers, but had never seen Miss Windsor. At this time, seeing the two people walking in one after another, he couldn't help but sigh to Miss Magic:

"These two young men are a perfect match."

The corner of Miss Magic's mouth twitched and she warned carefully in sign language:

"Don't judge other people's relationships casually, it's rude...especially, don't say that in front of Miss Bai Ling, you will get into trouble."

"Oh, yes, the last dice game..."

Mr. Hood shook his head apologetically, and then saw the three people in the restaurant starting a conversation.

"Won't you invite us to sit down?"

Jenkins, who had returned to his true identity, asked, but before Queen Isabella could respond, he pulled out two seats at the long dining table. The tablecloth brushed against the chairs, but failed to prevent Jenkins from pulling them out. Miss Windsor looked very unhappy. It was not gloomy or angry, but one that seemed extremely sad and sad.

She sat down with Jenkins without even looking at the old man at the table.

"Jenkins, Jessica, what do you want to see me for? If you want to have dinner with me, then please wait a moment and I will ask the servant to prepare it for you."

The queen's voice was normal, as if this was just an ordinary placement.

"No need for now, thank you for your kindness, we are here for a few things."

"whats the matter?"

She finally looked at Jenkins' face and roughly read their purpose from their expressions.

"The heirs have died one after another recently, and Miss Windsor and I are also very worried. Today I asked my friend to investigate this matter privately, and then I made a shocking discovery. I don't want to beat around the bush, so are you related to this matter?"

"I don't understand why you ask that? Are any of your so-called friends more trustworthy than me?"

She answered calmly, both hands on the dining table. This posture is extremely weird and feels indescribably inconsistent.

"Yes, I want to trust him. He is an upright gentleman who is honest, reliable, kind and brave."

Jenkins stared into the old man's eyes and said, but did not see any wavering or panic in the other man's eyes. So he opened the file bag he was carrying and displayed the evidence collected today with Miss Magic one by one on the dining table.

PS: Does this count as forced uterus?

Chapter 1748 Chapter 1721 Black Family Love

The only sound in the restaurant was the rustling of Jenkins turning pages. Even though she had already heard the general story from Jenkins, when she really saw the irrefutable evidence, Miss Windsor still covered her forehead and looked like she wanted to faint. .

She respected Queen Isabella as an important elder. When she learned that she had done such a wrong thing, whether it was for herself or not, the sadness and sadness in Miss Windsor's heart really made her feel dizzy for a moment.

Jenkins quickly reached out to support her, and then saw Miss Windsor covering her heart with her hand. But before Jenkins could speak, she gritted her teeth and sat up straight, waving her hand:

"It's okay, I'm just a little too tired...just keep talking."

No abnormalities were found in Miss Windsor's life spirit at close range. Jenkins nodded and took her hand, preparing to treat her immediately the next time she had a problem.

"Do you want to question these things?"

He pointed at the documents in front of him with his free hand, looked at the old man and said.

"Oh, you discovered it."

This tone was like she secretly hid a can of fish and was found by her own cat:

"That group of people clearly said that they were very reliable. Even if I arranged for someone to do it, they could erase the traces for me. However, you discovered it within a few days. As expected, these 'jugglers' are all unreliable. of."

She moved her body on the chair a few times, and then asked Jenkins:

"Now that you've discovered it...then why are you here today?"

"To condemn you."

"Now that you've condemned it, what are you going to do?"

This sentence stunned Jenkins for a moment. Although he could, he couldn't reach out and become a murderer. He knew that this country needed stability. He was actually held back by this sentence for a moment. He thought that the other party would quibble. The words he prepared before this were all prepared around explaining those texts and papers.

Wanting to organize her words, Queen Isabella took advantage of this short time to ask Miss Windsor:

"So Jessica, you probably didn't happen to meet Jenkins outside, so you followed him to see me, right?"

Miss Windsor's mouth moved, but she quickly lowered her head, obviously not knowing how to answer. This made Miss Magic couldn't help but shake her head as she watched this scene, feeling sad for the girl who was unfortunately involved in this incident and became the center of the incident unconsciously.

"Don't you have any regret or guilt at all?"

Jenkins suddenly asked at this time, so Queen Isabella stopped questioning Miss Windsor.

"oh?"

The old man just said this.

"You are the king of this country. Even if I have evidence, if I think about it carefully, there seems to be no law that can punish you..."

This is the unreasonable thing about this era. Although there is a parliament, this is not a constitutional monarchy. The majesty of the king is supreme.

"Even if I expose this matter, it is conceivable that everyone will stop me, even those who support me the most, will persuade me to give up exposing your behavior. After all, this country needs a reliable leader now Or, as long as you don’t betray the interests of this country, hiring murderers can be temporarily forgiven.”

"As long as you understand this, I was originally worried that you were the kind of young man who was blinded by justice. Jenkins, if you want to be a king, you must understand that the world is not either good or evil, and you need to understand and Not everything has to have consequences, and you need to understand that not all crimes can be punished... That's good, you are better than I thought."

"Now that I say this, won't you blush?"

Jenkins asked again, deeply feeling that the old man sitting at the dining table had irreconcilable conflicts and contradictions with his own values.

"Blushing? I forgot what that felt like years ago."

"So you don't feel guilty?"

"You asked this question. Of course I feel guilty. I am also an ordinary person, but..."

The old man's eyes looked at Miss Windsor, and there was a bit of relief in his gentle eyes:

“But it’s all for the greater good.”

Miss Windsor's mouth tightened, and Jenkins was a little worried that she would bite her lip.

Jenkins hesitated and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. He looked at Queen Isabella again. She didn't speak. She just looked at Jenkins, waiting for him to decide what to say next:

"I can't sanction you, but the evidence is enough to show that you have seriously violated the Tower Agreement."

"So what? Tarquin and Sarhi II also violated it, didn't they? But just two hours ago, they were sitting in the conference room talking and laughing with me."

She paused, then came to her conclusion:

"No matter what I have done, at this point in time, no one will make me pay because I have to exist as the king of this country. This is not anyone's requirement, but I have to be there."

She looked at Jenkins, then at Miss Windsor: